The weather in Europe has been quite nice. Right up until that white-knuckle trip over the fog-shrouded pass from Italy to France. Since then it has been dreary: cold with intermittent showers. Almost no sun. And the forecast for the entire week in France is not promising.
It rained nearly all day the one day we were in Chambery. Nevertheless we ventured out, to see a local cathedral and the Chateau des ducs de Savoie, the local medieval fortress. But it was Monday, a day when many things in France are closed and this fortress was one of them. It started raining harder so we ducked into a store selling cheap jewelry. About 90 minutes later we exited with some new earrings for Marlene’s collection. We stopped at a pub for a beer and a hot dog (advertised on a board outside) but got only the beer. The excuse for no hot dog started with “it is too late” as they served lunch only until 1:30. But it was 1:25 so that didn’t fly. Eventually the excuse morphed into “we ran out of hot dogs.” But it was Monday and no one was in the place. I can’t imagine that they sold more than a handful. Whatever. I was happy with a beer.
We went back to the hotel but Marlene was still itching for a trip to a thrift store so we got a recommendation from the desk lady at the hotel and ventured back out. But that store was more like a cheap Walmart (is that redundant?) than a thrift store so we returned empty-handed.
We played cards (Marlene won both games, as usual), then I spent quite a bit of time blogging. Dinner was bread and butter with a chocolate croissant for dessert. Dinner on the cheap.